Vinnie,
You are welcome.
Virgie and Hoshi
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Vinny Samarco" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, May 12, 2006 9:35 AM
Subject: Re: I need that message on the room.


> Virgi
> ,
>
>    Thank you very very much.----- Original Message ---God bless,
> Have a good day.
> Vinny-- 
> From: "VIRGIE UNDERWOOD" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Friday, May 12, 2006 4:07 AM
> Subject: Re: I need that message on the room.
>
>
>> Carol
>> Here you go.
>> Virgie and Hoshi
>>
>> Subject: life's record
>> Date: Thursday, May 04, 2006 11:36 PM
>>
>>    Even if you have seen this one before it is worth reading again.  I 
>> get
>> it
>> every couple years and believe it is to remind me to take a good look at 
>> my
>> life and see if I am happy with the way I am living it.  Its up to you 
>> read
>> on or delete it.
>>            The  Room
>>             You  know sometimes when you are in a hurry and don't have
>> Time
>> To read emails that friends and family send to you so you just close it
>> and
>> Think to yourself that you will read them later, but then you never get
>> Around to it?
>>         Read this email.   Don't close it.  I don't care if you  forward 
>> it
>> On or delete it afterwards - just read it.
>>             It's  about an essay written by a teenage boy called "The
>> Room".
>> I hate the thought of what my file room will look  like. May you be as
>> Moved
>> And blessed as I was when I  read it. Thanks for letting me share it
>> with You.
>>         ----------------------------------------------------------
>>             THE  ROOM
>>             17-year-old  Brian Moore had only a short time to write
>> Something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed
>> 'em,"
>> He later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb.  It's
>> the
>> Best thing I ever wrote."  It also was the last.
>>             Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a
>> cousin
>> Found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High
>> School.  Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately
>> wanted
>> Every piece of his life near them-notes  from classmates and teachers,
>> his
>> Homework.
>>             Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about
>> Encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing  every moment
>> of
>> The teen's life... But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and
>> Bruce
>> Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.   "It
>> makes
>> Such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are
>> there."
>> Mr. Moore said.
>>             Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day.
>> He
>> Was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off
>> Bulen-Pierce
>> Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the
>> Wreck
>> Unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
>>             The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it
>> among
>> The
>> Family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a
>> point.
>> I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs.
>> Moore
>> Said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision
>> of
>> Life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know
>> I'll
>> See him."
>>         **    Brian's Essay: The Room...  **
>>             In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found
>> myself
>> In
>> The room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall
>> Covered with small index card files. They were like  the ones in
>> libraries
>> That list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these
>> Files, which stretched from floor to the ceiling and seemingly endless
>> in
>> Either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall
>> of
>> Files, the first to catch my attention was one that read  "Girls I
>> have
>> Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards.  I quickly
>> shut
>> It, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
>> And
>> Then without being told, I knew  exactly where I was.
>>             This lifeless room with its small files was a crude
>> catalog
>> System for my life.  Here were written the actions of my every moment,
>> big
>> And small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and
>> Curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly
>> Opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet
>> Memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would
>> look
>> Over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
>>             A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I
>> have
>> Betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird
>> "Books
>> I
>> Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have
>> Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things
>> I've
>> Yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done
>> in
>> My Anger",  "Things I Have Muttered Under my Breath at My Parents." I
>> never
>> Ceased to be surprised by the contents.
>>             Often there were many more cards than I expected.
>> Sometimes
>> Fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I
>> had
>> Lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill
>> each of
>> These thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this
>> Truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my
>> Signature.
>>             When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have
>> watched", I
>> Realized the files grew to contain their contents The cards were packed
>> Tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of
>> the
>> File.  I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more
>> by
>> The vast time I knew that file represented.
>>             When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a
>> Chill
>> Run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to
>> Test
>> Its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
>>             I felt sick to think that such  a moment had been
>> recorded. An
>> Almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one
>> must
>> Ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy
>> Them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter
>> now.
>> I
>> Had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and
>> began
>> Pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.  I became
>> Desperate and pulled out  a card, only to find it as strong as steel
>> when I
>> Tried to tear it.
>>             Defeated and utterly  helpless, I returned the file to its
>> Slot.
>> Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying
>> sigh.
>>             And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared
>> the
>> Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer,
>> almost
>> Unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three
>> inches
>> Long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one
>> hand.
>>             And then the tears  came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep
>> that
>> They hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on
>> my
>> Knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of
>> it
>> All. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one
>> must
>> Ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But
>> then
>> As I pushed away the tears, I saw HIM.
>>             No, please not Him.  Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I
>> watched
>> Helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't
>> Bear
>> To watch His response.  And in the moments I could bring myself to look
>> at
>> His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
>>             He seemed to intuitively go to  the worst boxes. Why did
>> He
>> Have
>> To read every one?  Finally He turned and looked at me from across the
>> Room.
>> He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't
>> Anger
>> Me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry
>> Again.
>> He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many
>> Things.
>> But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
>>             Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files.
>> Starting
>> At
>> One end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign
>> His
>> Name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing  to Him. All I
>> could
>> Find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name
>> shouldn't
>> Be on these cards. But there  it was, written in red so rich, so dark,
>> so
>> Alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
>> He
>> Gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the
>> Cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but
>> the
>> Next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to
>> my
>> Side.
>>             He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is
>> finished."
>> I
>> Stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door.
>> There were still cards to be written.
>>             "I  can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-
>> Phil.
>> 4:13
>>             "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son,
>> that
>> Whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal  life." -
>> John
>> 3:16
>> If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch
>> their
>> Lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger,
>> how
>> About yours?
>>              IF  THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO
>> AROUND
>> THE
>>         WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT! MAY GOD BLESS
>> YOU
>> ALL!
>>              You don't have  to share this with anybody, no one will
>> know
>> Whether you did or not, but you will know and so will He.
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>> ----- Original Message ----- 
>> From: "Carol Pearson" <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Friday, May 12, 2006 5:45 AM
>> Subject: Re: I need that message on the room.
>>
>>
>>> Maybe I haven't seen that one.  Could I have a copy as well, please?
>>>
>>>
>>> --
>>> Carol
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>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> ----- Original Message ----- 
>>> From: "Vinny Samarco" <[log in to unmask]>
>>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>>> Sent: Friday, May 12, 2006 3:57 AM
>>> Subject: I need that message on the room.
>>>
>>>
>>>> Hi everyone,
>>>> If any of you have a copy of the message about the files in  a room, 
>>>> and the Lord signing His name over yours, etc. Please forward a copy to 
>>>> me for someone else.  My address is:
>>>>
>>>> [log in to unmask]
>>>> God bless.
>>>> Vinny
>>>>
>>>>
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